(A/N: I know, it's been a little while, but real life interceded my fantasy life for a little while. I had to deal with things involving my kids and ex. but now i have more time to write, so write i shall. please review. i need some ideas as to where this story is going, or at least how to get there. so, let me know your thoughts, or even constructive criticism if you have it. Thanks all)

Chapter 6-- A Proposal

Christmas was fast approaching, and Draco began to think of the perfect gift for Harry. He had been thinking hard, and he knew what it had to be. Back at the Manor, he had a beautiful ring, and heirloom that was given to him for when he would choose a wife someday. Now, his parents knew he wasn't exactly straight, and there fore not going to marry a woman, but they let him keep the ring regardless. They wanted him to be happy (well, at least Narcissa did), even if they knew he would not be able to produce an heir.

Draco went to the fireplace in the Slytherin common room, and threw his finest floo powder into the flame. "Home", he shouted. A few seconds later, he found himself in his living room, his father and mother a few feet away in the kitchen. They looked at him and smiled. "Well, Draco, so good to see you came for a visit," squeeled his mother as she hugged him tightly. She always missed her son when he was away at Hogwarts.

"Good to see you too, Mother", he smiled back at the fair woman.

"Draco," said Lucius, with his infamous smirk, "to what do we owe the pleasure of your presence?"

"Actually, Father, I have come for the Malfoy family ring. I have someone that I am going to propse to at Christmas. I've been in love with him for a while, and I feel it is the next step. I would love to marry him."

Narcissa looked as if she could cry. She didn't think her only son would ever settle down, especially since he came out to them the year before. She was so happy that she could help him plan a wedding and an extravagent reception. Lucius, on the other hand, didn't look particularly pleased. He didn't like that his son wanted to marry some boy he didn't even know. He was not one to take lightly marrying of purebloods to non-pure bloods, and needed to make sure this boy was to his liking.

"Draco, son, I would like to meet this lover of yours before any betrothal is to happen. We cant be joining with the wrong sort after all. I need to be sure you don't bring shame to the name of Malfoy."

"Father, with all due respect, I do not think that you meeting my boyfriend is a good idea. But, if it helps, you do already know him. He is not exactly pure blood, but he is half blood and a very powerful wizard. One of the greatest of my generation, in fact."

"Oh, really, Draco?", Lucius replied with an evil smile. Draco looked a bit nervous, but proceded.

"Yes, Father. And please know, that even if you disapprove, I will still be with him. I love him, and you wont ruin that, no matter how you try."

"Son, who is this powerful, wonderful wizard?" asked Lucius, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Draco looked his father right in his cold, icy eyes. He knew this was a challenge, one he would not lose. "Harry James Potter."

Lucius looked like he could have Avada Kedavraed his son right at that moment. He was furious. Not only was Draco not going to produce an heir, but he was going to waste his life with the likes of that Potter boy. But not if Lucius could help it. His son would not disgrace his family like that.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy, you will NOT be with that boy, do you understand me?! He is our enemy. It is because of him that our Lord Voldemort suffered and lost power for so very long. If you continue to see him then you are a traitor and I no longer have a son. I shall disown you if you throw your life away for that wretched boy."

"No, Father. You don't know the real Harry. I know where your loyalties lie, and as I said before, I will not leave him, it does not matter that you hate him. I love him. Now, I shall take what I came for and leave. If you want to disown me, then do so. If you are going to be like this, then I don't wish to be a Malfoy. I will take his name. However, I do wish you and Mother would support me. If you change your mind, please let me know."

And with that, he grabbed a small silver box and make a quick escape back to Hogwarts.

That night...

Draco waited for Harry after dinner and they walked together in the hallway, walking to the Gryffindor common room. They held hands, and Harry felt tension in Draco's grasp. "Darling, what is wrong?" Harry asked his lover.

"Well, Harry, I had to get something from the Manor today, and well, I told my parents about us. My mother seemed happy enough. But my father on the other hand..." Draco trailed off, trying to think of a way to explain his father's reaction.

"Hates me and threatened to disown you?" asked Harry, his emerald eyes staring into the silver ones belonging to Draco.

"How did you know?" Draco asked, quizically.

"Just an educated guess. Your father doesn't seem like he ever treated you well."

"He treated me well enough; better than those muggles did you. I would have killed them all myself. I don't know how you do it, Harry."

"Some days, Dray, I'm not sure how I do it either. I just somehow get through. Just countihg down the days until I'm of age and don't have to live there anymore, really."

Draco's face went from one of indifference to excitement as a lightbulb went off in his head. "Hey, Harry?"

"Yes, my dear Draco?"

"What would you say to use getting our own place this summer? I have some money hidden in Gringotts that my father doesn't know about. We could easily get a nice place, even at our age."

Harry lit up and a huge smile came upon his face. "Absolutely Dray. We should go house-hunting during the Christmas break."

As they walked back to the common room, they began to discuss all the options for where they would like to live.